It all started with a flight from Bangkok to Macau. I was finally leaving behind the comforts of SE Asia and embarking an a solo journey through bitter temperatures, past staring faces and stepping over sticky puddles of phlegm. It's been a month now since that day and I have so far had a rewarding yet challenging experience. I sit in a Hostel in Xian after a Brunch of Dumplings and the guitly pleasures of a Sturbucks Americano. Sometimes I trully miss the comforts of home; The nights that end at the bottom of a cheap cornershop wine bottle, or the full stomach of a real English breakfast, but as I look outside my party of one and smile at the random natives who stare at my Alien features, I realise that this is where I need to be right now.
When I crossed the border via the Hong Kong subway it was the start of the trully bizarre. I boarded a sleeper bus with tiny beds just big enough to seal me in for take off and flicked through my trusty Lonely Planet. At this stage, on my way to the popular tourist town of Yangshou, I had no idea of my continuing route. I had an idea of the major places I wanted to visit, but of the order in which to see them and which tiny little towns to to visit inbetween I had no clue.
